SLEEP

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    SLEEP

    It is 2230 and my body is tired....
    I sit and I read or fiddle on the computer or even
    try to find something useful to watch on the tub....
    But I am unwilling to lay down and go to sleep.

    It is 2330 and I am restless and fighting sleep....
    I am curled up on the couch with a soft blankey
    and pillow unwilling to go to bed and unable to close my eyes...
    Not really wanting to go to sleep alone is such a big bed.

    It is 2430 and I am needing to close my eyes....
    but I am here instead writing this passage unable to
    fall asleep peacefully into dreamland.

    It is 0130 and although I drifted off for a time or
    two I am unable tostay asleep and dream of happy things.

    It is 0230 and sleep is not a good thing now...
    there are tears of tiredness and fears of restlessness
    that I can not explain...
    I just want to sleep, is that such a hard thing?

    It is 0330 and all I beg for is an hour or two of sleep....
    is that so much to ask.... "Please, Mr. Sandman help me out!!!"

    It is 0430 and I have given up on sleep tonight...
    another sleepless, dreamless night without rest
    for my soul, body or mind!

    It is 0530 and finally I think of dreams....
    but my body and mind are so burnt from
    restlessness that my dreams are niether
    restful or peaceful....
    Atleast it is some sleep though.

    It is 0630 and I am going on another hour of
    tossing and turning just rtying to find the
    right spot to stay in dreamland for a little more time....

    It is 0730 and most people are getting up to start their day...
    I am just trying to dream one last dreambefore my
    daughter comes in with good morning kisses and breakfast wishes!

    It is 0830 and coffee in hand my day has begun...
    tired and restless I have to muddle through the
    day now all to well of another sleepless, dreamless, restless night....

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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